Noctisardor Bypass instead of ordering an uber, we ordered a goober

Don’t make me give chase. 

Anselm stopped in his tracks, half his chest teetering over his suddenly stiffened legs. 

He turned around slowly, his gaze still hard from thoughts of Heda. It was then he noticed the missing teeth, the way her paw bent at an angle that suggested pain somewhere above. Glaukos. Anselm had heard, but not yet seen it for himself. 

Vhat did you just say? He asked, irritability for the situation as a whole clipping his voice.